The Pathetic Male Student of Jujutsu High

Kuriyama Shinji suffers from severe scopophobia. Any gaze directed his way feels like a thorn piercing his skin. When facing people or small animals, all he can do is nervously dodge or run away. But if it's something else looking straight at him... "Aaaah! I told you not to look at me!" Shinji furiously slashed his palm with a key. The blood that flowed out formed a crimson katana over a meter long, and he swung it down at the head of the hideous monster like a madman. "I'll kill you, trash!" Reader's guide: 1. Pure-love CP, with a strong preference for the gong. 2. Lots of headcanons. The characters belong to the original work; any OOC is my doing. 3. This story is entirely fictional. Don't apply it to real life. 4. I'll add more notes if I think of any. Entering VIP section on July 26. * Coming soon: Cultivating Immortality in a Two-Dimensional World [Third-person narration] When I woke up, I found that I had become a sword, soaking in a bright green glass jar (? ). I don't know how long I slept, but I had acquired the appearance of a human child. The racket outside the jar woke me. A handsome blond guy, as beautiful as a Nordic god, came up to me and looked at me through the glass, moving his lips. Reading his lips, I learned that he said he was my brother. Me: Huh??? That was shocking enough, but I never expected what happened next to be even more astounding. Not long after the blond guy took me out of the jar, a boy wearing a black coat and bandages around his face appeared before me. He produced a little red dress as if by magic, and smiled in a thoroughly creepy way. "Great, your name is Alice now: Mori Alice, daughter of the former Port Mafia boss." I was horrified and cried out from the depths of my soul: "B-But I'm a boy!!!" Theme: One person cannot truly be strong alone. Accept your imperfect self and learn to trust your companions.